Through My Eyes

"But darling, you know this will be the last time!"  he said as he softly slapped his perverted hand on the girl,  the girl, in response, just shyly looked the another way, trying to be as normal as possible. She regretted to be wearing a sleeveless shirt for the hot summer.

 

"Now be a sweet girl and stay quiet" He rubbed his fingers on her yet-young skin. He caged her with his arms, his suprised how her small body took such less space in his circle of arms. He could care less, as long as he can get a touch of those yet growing breasts.

 

Their shamefull skinship was only parted by one thin piece of fabric.

 

"What if someone walked in? What if someone finds out about what his doing to a little girl?"

 

Those questions didn't ran through his mind.

 

"What if he goes further than this? What is going through his mind to those things to a little girl?"

 

Those questions ran continuously through her mind.

 

Maybe going through the stress of adulthood is hard, but that doesn't make it in an excuse for having your hands on something that you shouldn't.

 

"I'm sorry ok? You are not angry with me right? You don't hate me right? I'm really sorry" he said, but there was no sincerity as they are said by him. To her, it sounds like a joke, a poor joke trying to make fun out of her. He breathed out cigarette smoke out into the small room, they circulate around each other, as if they were dancing a folkdance.

 

He rubbed onto her arms once again, and this time left some marks with teeth behind, the prey almost screamed out of pain. How hard did the marker tried to make her make a sound that sounds somewhere like a moan. But screaming is not allowed, because others will notice what is happening in that room.

 

He put her sitting on his lap, how light can she be. She motioned something like a 'no' and put on defense at the same time having respects for elders.

 

"Don't move and be sweet" he ordered again, he felt like heaven having a dollish girl sitting on his laps. He has full access to his favorite places. He likes how they feels like little cushions in his hands, and gripping onto them.  He planted a kiss on the back of her neck and smelled her He likes to play the scientist, measuring everything exactly. He has to know the growth of them, otherwise it wouldn't be fun. "It hurts" she mumbled, her comments was ignored, instead, he replied: "Just bear with me for a little more". She only hopes this will end soon.

 

END

 

¬My writer self is itching, just want this part out.

They are miserable and cheap. I don't know any other word to describe them. They think they are better then women. They think they can treat females as trash, they think they are doing all of the hard job and women can't understand them because they are too stupid.

 

I hate them with every piece of me, and I trust them as much as my dog, or wait I think I even trust my dog more.

"The person who'd made you cry, is never worth your tears"

 

I think this is so true and I do believe in it. But why will we still cry then, will you ask. Because we feel hurt, we feel hurt because we care, we care because we love. And we can't stop ourselves from loving. But why will the person we love will still make us cry? I don't think I will know the answer to do that. I don't think I ever will.

 

I once tried to believe, to things that no nobody believed. I created a miracle, but it turned out to be an illusion. I thought I can create miracles, believe in things I want. But its so naive, so childish, so simple-minded to think like that.

 

When I thought I was flying, I just hit rock bottom, hard. When I thought I finally found happiness, it turned out to be worthless memories. I wouldn't be able to help if I really turn emotionless again. I don't want to laugh, I don't want to cry, anymore.

 

I believe in my old idealism again, I'm wearing my old jacket again. Accepting new things isn't always good, I learned my lesson. I don't care about friends, I don't care about family. Just leave me alone, and don't hurt me again!

 

The person I want to read this, will never find this. And if he does, he would never understand, what I mean. But God gave us something called Hope, and I want to keep it in my heart, maybe someday he will read this, he will somehow understand how I feel.

 

Anyway, anywhere, anyday, anyhow, anyone, just not anymore.

 

 

HOW MANY, HOW MUCH

How many slams in an old screen door?

Depends how loud you shut it.

How many slices in a bread?

Depends how thin you cut it.

How much good inside a day?

Depends how good you live 'em.

How much love inside a friend?

Depends how much you give 'em.

 

NOBODY
Nobody loves me,

Nobody cares,

Nobody picks me candy and Cokes,

Nobody listens and laughs at my jokes.

Nobody helps when I get in a fight,

Nobody does all my homework at night.

Nobody misses me,

Nobody cries,

Nobody thinks I'm a wonderful guy.

So if you ask me who's my best friend, in a whiz,

I'll stand up and tell you that Nobody is.

But yesterday night I got quite a scare,

I woke up and Nobody just wasn't there.

I called out and reach out for Nobody's hand,

In the darkness where Nobody usually stands.

Then I poked through the house, in each cranny and nook,

I searched till I'm tired, and now with the dawn,

There's no doubt about it-

Nobody's gone!

 

SHAKING

Geraldine now, stop shaking that cow

For heaven's sake, for you sake and the cow's sake.

That's the dumbest way I've seen

To make a milk shake.

 

THE SITTER

Mrs. McTwitter the baby-sitter,

I think she's a little bit crazy.

She thinks a baby-sitter's supposed

To sit up the baby.

I’m Miss American Dream since I was 17
Don’t matter if I step on the scene
Or sneak away to the Philippines
They still gonna put pictures of my derrière in the magazine
You want a piece of me?
You want a piece of me…

I’m Miss bad media karma
Another day, another drama
Guess I can’t see the harm
In working and being a mama
And with a kid on my arm
I’m still an exceptional earner
You want a piece of me

I’m Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. Extra! Extra! this just in
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. she’s too big now she’s too thin
(You want a piece of me)

I’m Mrs. ‘You want a piece of me?’
Tryin’ and pissin’ me off
Well get in line with the paparazzi
Who’s flippin’ me off
Hopin’ I’ll resort to some havoc
End up settlin’ in court
Now are you sure you want a piece of me?
(you wan' a piece of me...)
I’m Mrs. ‘Most likely to get on the TV for strippin' on the streets’
When getting the groceries, now for real..
Are you kidding me?
No wonder there's panic in the industry
I mean, please, do you want a piece of me?

I’m Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. Extra! Extra! this just in
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. she’s too big now she’s too thin
(You want a piece of me)


I’m Miss American Dream since I was 17
Don’t matter if I step on the scene
Or sneak away to the Philippines
They still gon' be pictures of my derrière in the magazine
You want a piece of me?
You want a piece, piece of me…

You want a piece of me?

I’m Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. Extra! Extra! this just in
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. she’s too big now she’s too thin
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. Extra! Extra! this just in
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. she’s too big now she’s too thin
(You want a piece of me)
You want a piece of me.